Luyện nghe bài hát Dance

Rich gang, YSL 2 on
I swear to God I'mma ride and die for my till I'm dead
off in a Bentley, getting trailed by a drophead
Future told you best, y'all fucking block it
I ain't a game with my quarter
Bitches wanna fuck, that bankroll fatter a whopper
Young motherfuckin'
He ain't pop the collar impostor
Work on me like a disaster, big blunt a rasta
Big JJ walked in this bitch with a K with hundred drum on it
Drop bombs on it, if my get caught, I got some on it
I'm eating nigga, Chee Chow on it
Yeah, chain on me, on me
And I'mma let a J get the on it
My jeweler blinding me, me
Ho yeah I'm B, shining B
Just a diamond
I'm cooking that fishscale, like a salmon
Bae I could take you to Switzerland Yah Mon
And all of trap spots beating like alpine

Do your fucking
Do fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do fucking dance

Do your dance
Do fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your dance
Do fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance

Wash lil' pussy and bring it to me
Jump in that water just like a fish
You know I'm
And I might catch a body week
Pull up, your head off, for show
I heard you tried them oh no and so
Bitch I got white like Santa Claus, I'm
May bless howing my hoe, oh oh
I do not judge Jesus piece (I got my own)
You might be if you not speak to me
I keep it in the street
I'll your apology
That's my girl
She stay down Thugger and I'mma give her the world
I ain't gone never stop you in Thugger world
I'll marry you right inside this club, no and girls